Chapter 11627 — The Backlash of Fortune

Han Niansan craned his neck to look outside, but trapped as he was by the ancestral-worship formation, he could see nothing at all. He could not help asking, "Where's that old monster Gu?"

Wei Zhao spread his hands with a peculiar look. "Out front digging in the mud."

"Huh?"

Everyone was collectively dumbfounded.